This year's summer has been exceptionally hot, even for those who live in the wizarding world.

Andrew felt like a bomb had exploded in the air around him, and the tumbling heat wave was blowing in his face, wave after wave, in a never-ending cycle.

The heat of his body could never catch up with the restlessness in his heart, and finally, he couldn't stand it anymore. I wanted to open the window, but when the window opened, another wave of heat rushed in from the window, bringing the temperature in the room that was originally a little lower to a higher temperature in an instant.

He slammed the window shut, because these few simple actions just now made him sweat profusely, and the sweat soaked through his clothes.

He took off his clothes and tapped the electric fan with his wand, which spun ——— this from Hermione's house, and Andrew cast a little magic on it.

The electric fan didn't blow the heat away, but it gave Andrew the feeling of being in front of the stove.

In the end, Andrew, who had no choice, could only walk in front of the fireplace, pick up a handful of Floo powder and throw it into the fireplace, shout "Diagon Alley", and then disappear into the fireplace.

Andrew came to the Leaky Cauldron, and there were as many people as ever, even during such a turbulent time.

Perhaps the only difference is that the people here have become more silent and less lively than usual.

"Oh, Andrew, it's been a long time. Tom is the owner of this hotel, "What to drink?"

"Anything," Andrew said, "just add ice, add more ice!"

"Okay. Tom cheerfully replied, and served Andrew a full bottle of butterbeer on the rocks, which was piled with ice.

Andrew took a few sips of the cup, feeling much better, and the heat in his body suddenly dissipated more than half of it.

Andrew casually took a copy of today's "Prophet" with an eye-catching headline:

Harry Potter: Savior?

Talk continued about the recent mysterious riots at the Ministry of Magic, during which the Adversary, whose name could not even be mentioned, reappeared.

Although for most well-informed wizards, the activity of the Death Eaters, and even the return of Voldemort, had long been secretly circulated, until the last Quidditch World Cup, when the Dark Lord's public appearance was concealed by the Ministry of Magic, and most wizards had no idea who had launched the attack, and they felt that their surroundings were becoming unsafe day by day.

On the one hand, of course, this is due to the fact that neither the Ministry of Magic nor the Dark Lord wants to cause a full-scale war, but on the other hand, the wizarding army in the open and the Tang organization in the dark have seriously interfered with the attention of the wizards, and in their opinion, the form is now chaotic.

"We're not allowed to talk about it, don't ask me anything. An anxious-looking memory canceller, who did not want to give his name, said as he left the Ministry of Magic last night.

However, according to well-informed sources in the Ministry of Magic, the center of that riot was in the legendary Hall of Prophecy.

Although the Ministry of Magic spokesperson has so far refused to confirm the existence of such a place, there is a growing belief in the wizarding community that the Death Eaters serving sentences in Azkaban for assault and theft attempted to steal a prophecy orb.

The contents of the prophecy orb are unknown, but there is a lot of speculation about the Dark Lord, others believe it is about Harry, who is the only known person to survive the Killing Curse, and there is an extremely strange and rare theory that seems to be about the rising Dark Lord heir.... And it is said that he was also at the Ministry of Magic on the night of the incident.

Now there are those who are willing to call Potter the "Savior", believing that the prophecy states that only Potter can free us from the demon whose name we can't even mention.

The second newspaper was placed next to the first, with the headline on it:

Scrimgeour succeeds Fudge

Most of the front page was occupied by a large black-and-white photograph of a man with thick lion's hair and a savage, fierce face. The photograph is moving - the man is waving at the ceiling.

Rufus Scrimgeur, former director of the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic's Law Enforcement Division, succeeds Cornelius Fudge as Minister of Magic. The appointment was widely and warmly welcomed by the wizarding community, but a few hours after the new minister, Scrimgeour took office, rumors spread that he was at odds with Albus Dumbledore, the chief wizard of the Wizengamot, who had just been reinstated.

Fudge still couldn't hold on, and his sandcastle finally collapsed.

Speaking today, the new Minister for Magic, Rufus Scrimgeur, said that the Ministry of Magic has taken some new tough measures to ensure the safe return of students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this fall.

"For obvious reasons, the Ministry of Magic will not disclose the specifics of its rigorous and up-to-date security plan. The minister said. However, an insider confirmed that the measures included some defensive spells and spells, a series of spell-breaking spells, and an Auror team dedicated to protecting Hogwarts School.

"It's been a troublesome year. Tom sighed, "How is Harry Potter doing?"

"It's okay," Andrew said, "I haven't seen him in a while——— it's too hot." He took a few more sips.

"Hey, Tom, have a glass of flame whiskey. ”

"Okay———"

Andrew picked up his glass and sat alone in the corner, watching the people come and go.

"Hey, Andrew. Suddenly, a voice said, "How are you doing?"

"Okay," Andrew said, pulling a chair from the table next to him, "Ok for the holidays?"

At that moment, a flat-faced, fluffy ginger cat jumped on his lap and purred on his lap.

"It's not good at all. Hermione said, sitting in that chair, "It's messy out there right now, and I don't feel safe anywhere." ”

"Then don't run around, it's so hot. Andrew picked up an ice cube from his cup and chewed it.

"I don't understand, why don't you use magic———?

"Hermione, you don't understand——— can't calm down, no spell works. ”

Hermione was silent, she knew what Andrew meant, and immediately, Andrew laughed, "Don't use that expression, Hermione." I don't care about that anymore. ”

"———By the way, Hermione, how did you know I was here?"

"I've gone to your 'secluded place' to find you——— oh, thank you, Tom. Hermione took two drinks with ice from Tom and handed one to Andrew, "I found you weren't at home and the fan was still on." So I thought, are you here yet. ”

Now that the "War of the Five Kings" is about to break out, Earl Lee has not appeared in public now, and Andrew generally does not easily appear in familiar places - Castle Lee or the London stronghold.

Andrew looked at Hermione in surprise for a moment, "You really know me." ”

They sat there for a while until they finished their glasses, then Andrew stood up and said, "Let's go, Hermione, come with me to St. Mungo's Hospital." ”

"Hmm. ”

"How much, Tom. Andrew asked, as Tom was wiping a wine glass, and he looked up and grinned, revealing his unaligned teeth, "Even if I invite you this time, it won't be easy for you to come once." ”

"Thank you then. Andrew said with the same smile.

They walked out of the Leaky Cauldron, found a Muggle taxi, and came to the old-fashioned red-brick department store.

The sign reads: Taotao Co., Ltd., which looks decrepit and deserted, with only a few cracked dummies in the window, wearing wigs crookedly, in different postures, wearing clothes from at least ten years ago, and a large sign that reads "Closed for Renovation" on the dusty door.

Andrew took Hermione's hand, went to the window, and said to the ugly dummy, "Hello - we're coming to see Penelope Crewatt." ”

The dummy nodded slightly, beckoned his fingers together, and Andrew and Hermione walked through the window to the desk marked "Information Desk".

"Hello, we're here to visit Penelope Crewatt, may I ask ———?"

"Oh," said Andrew's chubby-looking woman across from her, "sixth floor, she's done with today's treatment." ”

"Thank you. Andrew said.

They reached the top of the staircase, through the double doors, and stopped at the door of a room on the sixth floor, which had a sign hanging on the door: Penelo Crivat——— Dark Arts Trauma.

Andrew pushed open the door and saw Penelope lying on the bed.

It is a room full of sunlight and plenty of sunlight. There was only one hospital bed in the room, and on the tables on either side were a pot of flowers, and a bottle with a tulip that was about to fade and had turned orange.

Penelope noticed that the door was opened, looked up from the inside of his arms, and smiled at the people who came in.

"Are you alright, Penelope?" said Hermione, sitting in a chair across from the bed, as she pulled out a large pile of fruit from her bag, pulled out a knife, and began to peel apples.

"Hermien. Penelope said happily, "Andrew——。 Then she found that she was not speaking very fluently, so she simply shut up and smiled vigorously and nodded.

"We've come to see you. Andrew said with a smile, sitting on Penelope's hospital bed, "Heard from the medical doctor that you've been having a good time lately?"

Penelope nodded vigorously.

"What makes you so happy?" Andrew asked again.

Penelope picked up a book on the quilt and showed it to Andrew, with a mess of pictures on it and a cover that read "Singing Against the Tune."

Andrew returned the book to her, and magically took out two or three of the same book from behind him, "Look, what did I bring you?"

Penelope smiled even more when she saw the book in Andrew's hand, and she snatched the book from Andrew's hand and flipped through it to herself.

Hermione had already peeled an apple, cut it into several pieces, picked up one of them and handed it to Penelope.

But Gulina didn't take it, but looked at the book in her hand, she read it so seriously that no one paid attention to it.

Andrew and Hermione looked at each other and didn't speak. Just sat quietly and looked at Penelope.

After a while, Penelope looked up, as if he had just spotted them, and said in amazement, "Andrew, can you bring me some more magazines?" ”

Andrew smiled and replied, "Of course, it's easy, you know, there are many more of them in Luna's house, and I can bring you every issue if you need it." ”

"Yes. Penelope smiled and said, "Speaking of which, I haven't really thanked you, I didn't remember anything after I fell under the spell that day, and when I woke up, I was already in the hospital, Andrew, what happened that day? Speaking of which, I seem..."

"Eat an apple, Penelope. Hermione said as she handed over a cut apple.

Andrew was silent for a while, "It's nothing, although you were seriously injured that day, it just looked terrible, not as serious as you thought." ”

Hermione glanced at Andrew, of course she knew that Penelope had actually lost her life --- that day--- but it had been more than a month later, when Andrew appeared with Penelope again, she actually came back to life, although she was still seriously injured, but she really came back to life.

It's unimaginable, even for wizards.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" Penelope looked at her in surprise, she realized something was wrong, and then looked at Andrew more confusedly, "Andrew, I feel like you're hiding something?"

"It's not an important matter, let's talk about it when you're all right. Andrew replied with a smile, his smile revealing an inexplicable light.

Penelope looked at them and laughed for a moment, suddenly something seemed to sound, and then reached out and took the apple from Hermione's hand, "Hermien—"

Hermione put the apple in her hand, and Penelope put it in the palm of her hand like a baby, grinning happily, and lowered her head again to read the book, eating the apple as she ate.

Then, she looked up again and asked, "Then when will I be discharged?"

"The doctor said you're getting better, observe for a while, I'll arrange it, you don't have to worry about ......"

……

When they walked out of the room, the medical doctor stood at the door of the room with his hands in his pockets.

"About her condition———" Andrew asked.

The healer frowned, and said suspiciously, "This is also what I want to ask you, she seems to have been hit hard by the dark arts, in this case, she should be in a coma or.... But apparently, no, she looks healthy. I gave her a thorough examination, and there seemed to be a strange source of magic in her... What's that?"

"I don't know. But it's probably not a bad thing. Andrew replied calmly.

"Of course, that thing kept her alive and kept recovering. Temporarily taking the place of her own life force, it's just that I've never seen this like this... I don't know if there will be any sequelae..."The medical doctor looked at Andrew in confusion.

"It's okay, just follow the normal patient treatment. I'll be coming back to see her in a few days. ”

Right now, the sun is about to set. Only then does the temperature in the air cool down, and Andrew loves the feeling of a gentle breeze.

He and Hermione walked by the river, the setting sun reflecting in the sparkling waters, and Crook Hill lingering back and forth between the two of them, occasionally fluttering at the birds parked on the path.

"Andrew, what the hell did you do to her, will it always be like that in the future?" asked Hermione, looking at the water.

"It's hard to explain for a moment," Andrew put his arm around Hermione's shoulder, "there's a lot of magic involved. ”

"Is it dark magic?" Hermione's body trembled slightly. In Hermione's mind, I'm afraid that only dark magic can forcibly prevent death and bring the wizard back to life.

"What is dark magic?" Andrew was silent for longer this time, "or do you believe that after the wizard's death, there will be a more exciting adventure waiting for her?"

Hermione didn't answer, and as things became more and more complicated, it became more and more difficult for Hermione to make decisive judgments, and sometimes she felt that the things she was studying were just for exams, and they didn't help her life at all.

Andrew pointed to the street that was already two neon lights not far away, "It doesn't matter if you don't understand it now, there will be time in the future." I know there's a nice Chinese restaurant up ahead, can I take you to try it?"

"Okay. Hermione said relievedly, "I want to try that ——— Kung Pao Chicken?" Hermione said in a broken Chinese pronunciation.

"So you remember, but London's Kung Pao Chicken is not so authentic, I'll make it for you when I have a chance..."

"Of course, what you promised me, I will always remember. Then I'll wait..."